SHOD

Your Suns gone down.  It's party time.  Your Spotlights shine through the curtain night.
So now my feet are shod to bring words of Peace.
Laced and prepared.  I go from whence I came.
The trail that's before me; Predecessors surveyed.
The Last, like the First, carries Hope 'tis a tune.
Your Starz sing the Wayz.  I go spin.  I go spell.
Rest for a turn.  Kick the dust from off my feet.
Breathe.  The soul is sore.  This solace war, still I stand my ground.
Night or Day, 'tis the same.  Peace passeth on!
I ain't gonna see-saw no!  I won't be deceived.
Oh my past follows me.  It lurks lurks in disdain.
My ankled chains.  Heavy laden.  Feet throb throb, 'tis mental pain from head to toe!
Still I go!  Where I don't know!  Ambulo!
Ambulo!  Oh!  Whooooo ..... !
Who's that up there?  I'll meet You soon.  Dancing midnightwo, moon de noon.
The Light's heal!  The Day's rest in Peace!
Peace .........